After experiencing the magic of Sennelier upon my arrival in Paris, I took a walk along the infamous Seine. It was a gloomy autumn afternoon, yet the grey light continued to radiate off of the cream colored stuccos scattered throughout the city. A Parisian glow.
Continuing the great battle against jet lag, I stopped at a small cafe for a café au lait and some lunch. That’s when the never-ending consumption of bread, cheese, wine, and coffee began… and it didn’t stop for the next 7 days. It would’ve been unacceptable to do Paris any other way… right?
Freshly energized with some wonderfully brewed caffeine, I went back to wandering the streets of Paris in my favorite olive green cape coat, mapless. The thought of buying a map never really crossed my mind. I love the idea of finding your way through a new city by chance and stumbling upon things in an unexpected sense.
There I was, walking through Paris, a bit delirious, wondering how this could all be real. It was one of those moments you’ve dreamt about your whole life, and now that it was a reality… it was difficult to grasp. Paris was flooding my mind with dreams and inspirations.
Wandering through the city I had seen small glimpses of the Eiffel Tower, so I knew it’s general direction. However, I had lost track of it after lunch, so I was feeling a little disoriented (it was acting as my North Star). I continued down some narrow cafe lined streets, and all of a sudden there it was! The Eiffel Tower appeared magnificently between two rows of buildings.
I think I circled the Eiffel Tower twice, taking it all in. It was charming. I eventually climbed my way to the top to get a glimpse of the city from above. It was the perfect way to mentally map out where things were located for my next adventure…